Part 2 – How far is too far? Cheating with my wife’s sister [MF]

Continued from part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a5a3z9/how_far_is_too_far_cheating_with_my_wifes_sister/

I moved down the stairs again, following my routine. It was about 11pm, my wife Victoria was passed out upstairs, and Julie had the TV on and was playing on her phone, probably on Instagram or something. “Hey,” she said in a hushed voice. I walked over and sat with her, and we talked as if nothing had happened the day before, with no mention of anything. Maybe she hadn’t noticed the tension. Was I reading too much into the situation?

She was wearing full length pajama pants and a grey cotton tank top, and I could see her round and perky tits pushing against the fabric. We talked and watched tv, and after probably 15 minutes, she said the baby was kicking and grabbed my hand like the night before. She laid on her back again, pushed my hand under her shirt against her belly, and waited. I could feel her breathing against me, her warm skin. A few seconds in, I felt the light tap on her skin. “I felt it!” I said, kind of excited. Julie smiled, and I felt her intertwine a few of her fingers with mine. It was as if we’d shared a moment – one that she and her (soon to be ex) husband hadn’t even shared.

The In Laws II

So I live in a home with a bunch of people. In fact, just a bunch of women. I’m 22 year old guy, not fit but not fat. My wife is 23, average height, and for you pervs out there, looks like Krissy Lynn, just a bit younger and with curly hair. In the house is her sister, Hannah, 18, looks like Riley Reid, with big tits. another sister, Rachel, 21, looks like Dillion Harper, with curly hair like spot on, and her Mom, Kendra, (I don’t dare ask her age, but I’d guess early 40’s), and she looks like a skinnier Lisa Ann with curls as well.

Now it’s been about a week or two since me and Hannah had our moment. Tensions are high again, but we are a lot more open about it. There are times where everyone else is watching a movie or something and we sneak off to make out in her room. Nothing more that that yet, but I’m just biding my time. She openly tells me she wants to fuck, but I’m making sure that 1. That’s true, and 2. When we do, it won’t be for one time only. If I play my cards right here, she can be my fuck buddy for a long time.

Fucktoy Factory Part II (warning, dark)

[Part I here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a4oipg/fucktoy_factory_part_i_warning_gets_a_bit_dark/)

A cute little apartment, furnished completely in teal and blue pastel unfolded before Hannah, the innocent facade only interrupted by the many metal rings and hooks that sat in instantly inspiring locations. And the center piece, of course. There she was, tied to a massage table. Her perfectly curved slender frame covered in a freckled pale skin, wavy hair falling down around her serenely expressionless face. Her arms bend down behind her head, tied together and fixed to the table legs, her long legs stretching out off the other end, tied slightly apart, toes curled in a permanent state of unsatisfied arousal. Her posture was captivating. Back slightly arched, muscles slightly tensed, her mouth opening and closing absently, round lips softly smacking in a sort of whimpering moan. This was the body language of someone who is well on her way to cum. Only nobody was touching her. She circled her hips every so slightly. Hannah doubted she was aware. She never had a thing for Sascha when they still knew each other, but what she was seeing was not a girl, not a woman. It was distilled sensuality. Every little tensing of every little muscle an expression of a craving so intense that her body played a constant symphony.

How far is too far? Cheating with my wife’s sister [MF]

I kneeled, my dick positioned in front of her slightly open pussy lips, ready to explode. She furiously rubbed her clit with one hand, the other holding her up on her hands and knees, bent over in front of me.

This happened about two years ago now. My wife and I had been married about four years, and were 26 years old. We were both doing well in our careers, and had a large house, and no children yet. My wife, Victoria, has a big family and a sister who’d been having trouble in her own marriage. Julie had been with her husband for two or three years, was 32 years old, and recently found out that he was cheating on her with a coworker and had cheated previously with a stranger. Their marriage had pretty much fallen apart, but Julie was about five months pregnant with their first child.

During their divorce, we all agreed it’d be best if Julie came to live with me and Victoria. We had two open rooms, and plenty of space for the three of us. She moved in, and things went well.

[M]aking a Superstar!

He found this “clothing optional hotel” they have themed nights at the club and play rooms. Our very first night there he thought that we should get a room and visit the open areas. At first I thought he would go nuts walking around naked, having people looking at me, but he suggested I take off my top and bra. I was nervous, not going to lie, but it felt invigorating to be a little free. He suggested we go into the Dungeon, in there you have to be completely naked, or a towel. Walking in you can hear the moaning and slapping of skin, it had my heart racing and my pussy wet before I even saw anyone. The first couple we saw was in a room with a looking window, she was bent over doggie style and he was fucking her good and hard. We stood and watched while he fingered my wet pussy and I grab his dick to squeeze it. He was hard and I was dripping. He wanted to keep watching but I was ready for him to do me like this man was doing his slut. There were other rooms and open areas. We found an empty room, that had mirrors all around. I stuffed his dick down my throat, I was leaking down my thigh and he wanted to lap it up. We 69 and like the other couple, we had watchers. He wanted to put on a show for them, He made me get on my knees so my ass could face the window, to give the watchers a view to remember. He was loving it and so was I. He turned me over and started to eat my ass. I was horny, I wanted him in me so bad. I climbed on him, and I could see the watchers in the mirror, I got wetter, I was so turned on. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, drove me crazier and I began to ride him harder. He grabbed my ass and kept me steady, making sure to drain my pussy of all it’s juices. I began to shake and he stopped. He laid me on my back and stuffed me deeper with his dick. I started cumming again, he got off and put his whole face in my pussy to taste all of it! That made me come more. He bent me over. Taking me from the back like the man we watched, slapping my ass, grabbing my waist and ramming me deep, making me moan loud, I couldn’t control myself we both came loud. As we were leaving the room, one of the men said, nice show Superstar!

His Superwo[M]an!

It’s not my favorite time of the year, but now I love Halloween. I was going out with my girls, since he was going to be busy. Was all dressed up and looking great, but we never found parking and pregaming had some of my girls twisted. We decided to not even go out and I thought my night was a bust. Since I was still out, I figured I would let him know I wanted him to meet me. We parked in a dark empty parking lot. He was in awe of my costume, loved my red thighhigh boots and my short skirt. We got in his truck, it is super roomy. He slowly took off my boots, kissing me down my legs and sucking on my inner thigh. He didn’t want me to take off the costume. So he lifted my skirt and began to feed on me, licking me all the way down to my ass. He sucked my entire pussy into his mouth, making my legs shake, it felt so good I tried to run anywhere. He put down the back window of his truck, bent me over and had me stick my head out of the window. Once again, licking, kissing and sucking my pussy and ass, devouring me. I could not take the torture to much longer. I begged to suck his dick. Needed to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me. He pulled out his monster and pushed my head onto it. Making me gag and choke. I became more wet than before. I sucked his balls while jacking him, making him jump. I needed him in me, craved for it. He bent me back over out the window, ramming me deep and hard, grabbing my breast, and biting my back. I began to cum for him, making our sex wet and loud, I screamed out the window, I couldn’t hold it in. When he began to cum, he turned me around and shoved his dick down my throat cumming, I was happy to swallow all of his juices. He turned me into a real Superwoman.

Friday Night

**Friday Night Affair**

“I can’t be arsed walking home,” she said, stood at the top of the stairs.

“Well, you can stay,” I responded. “I don’t know if the spare room is done up. You can stay in my bed.”

I walked up the stairs and she turned. Her loose dress showed off her perfect figure. She had the most incredible curves and gorgeous thighs. She reached for the door handle to my bedroom and let herself in, and I followed her. I stepped around her and shut the door. The room spun in my drunkenness as I took my shirt off and threw it down.

“I’ll need a T-shirt to sleep in,” she said. I picked up the first T-shirt I saw, medium length and black, and handed it to her. She dropped it on the bed and dropped her dress. She adjusted her hair and the image stuck with me. I had the perfect view. She wore lacy underwear and a red bra. Her huge ass was alluring, and the visible crack between the cheeks made my heart race. It was happening.

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Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 8 [M/s] [m/F] [incest]

“Honey,” Don said to his wife. “I’ve really been thinking about having a security system installed.”

He had been home a week, and frankly, things had been a little weird. He wasn’t the kind of person to rage and demand answers, in fact, he was rather timid for being a large guy, but he felt real strength was not having to prove you were strong. Instead, he decided to try to gather information and have proof before any confrontation. So he had hatched a plan to install a security system with a few hidden upgrades.

In the mornings when she got up, Hanna had been wearing a really sexy gown she had bought a couple of years ago, she’d wear that around until she got dressed for the day. Then at night, when it was apparent they wouldn’t be going anywhere, she’d be back in it. She didn’t even seem to mind wearing it around their son, Pete. She seemed happier, Don wished he was the reason she was happy, but she still mostly ignored him day-to-day. When he had complimented her on the gown, she merely thanked him absentmindedly.

“Why do you want that?” Hanna replied. “It’s not like we have anything worth stealing.”

The Dream

She told me she want to hear every detail what she looked like how it felt, everything. She leaned back in the chair wearing one of my button ups, she always said she felt sexy in my shirts. She unbuttoned it all the way spread her legs and put one on the table. The soft purple panties she was wearing were already wet. She ran her hand down her chest exposing her beautiful breast and then into her panties, she moaned softly and told me to start.

Want to Need You

I woke up from a dream aroused beyond belief. My cock peaking out of my boxers throbbing, aching, and needing attention.

My only thought was you. The moon glowed through the window trying to perfect your body, but having a hard time because it was already perfect. I craved to touch you, trace my hand down your arm over your bottom and down your legs but didn’t want to disturb the beauty I was seeing and I know you had a rough day. My cock was aching though I needed you I needed to be inside of you.

I leaned over kissed you on the cheek and then neck with a little nibble and you lightly moaned which made me want you more. I ran my fingers through your hair and down your arm to your fingers. Your arm covered your perfect breast I gently ran my fingertips over your nipple but not enough to wake you.